Oh, Regina.

You know me too well.

Summer in the city means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage
And I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I've been staying up and drinking, in a late night establishments
Telling strangers personal things

Summer in the city I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely
So I went to a protest just to rub up against strangers
And I did feel like coming, but I also felt like crying
It doesn't seem so worth it right now

Oh summer in the city means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage
And don't get me wrong, dear, in general I'm doing quite fine
It's just when it's summer in the city, and you're so long gone from the city
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes